"Nora."
"Yes."
"Come here."
"Why?"
"Because I tell you to."
Still, she did not move. In two strides he was over at her side. He stretched out his hand to seize her by the wrist.
"You daren't touch me!"
She pulled the door to sharply and stood with her back against it, facing him. Her face was as white as a linen mask, and about as expressionless. Only her eyes lived. Anger and fear had enlarged the pupils until they seemed black in the dead white of her face.
"You daren't!" she repeated.
"I daren't: who told you that?"